Sleepy Fox Hollow handeln

sort of a pack meeting? more like information! feel free to reply once, if there are questions we can do rounds :D

mahler searched for siku, who seemed to have hunted farther than he intended. early dispersal was something he had come to accept. but he was no less worried.
when he returned to paleo's heart, he let out a howl announcing that siku had gone missing, to search and to look for him. 
there was additional news. mereo was no more, and instead a pack called tikal had come to inhabit the canyon. they had invited paleo to join them for a 'season's gift,' a gathering meant to inspire goodwill.
mahler had accepted. paleo possessed poppyflowers, cured furs, hunting, and his own wealth of knowledge. he encouraged the others to accompany him. @Wylla might like to go, and he intended to take at least one of the boys between @Anselm and @Emmerich along with him.
he was not sure @Paeon would wish to join, but invited her as well. 
it would be a good excursion, and he returned to his patrolling with a slightly lighter heart.

Anselm paused with his nose snuffed in a badger's den. He was lucky the occupant was out on errands, for he was but a boy, unleveled at that and wickedly unprepared for the scything rebuke of a violated badger.

The source of his pause was not the occupant's absence, but instead the howl that trickled through the air. He listened with one ear cocked, absorbing the intel with a quiet gasp. It was a shame Siku was unaccounted for, but his attention was fastened on the delightful prospect of neighbors. Neighbors! He sent a yip in the air for the nearby Emmerlich. I'm in, take me with you! He howled back to the world, sending a flurry of birds to wing as he scuttled after Mahler's voice.

Feel free to skip. Likely solo post @Mahler @Anselm

Paeon also has her head to the ground when she heard the call. But hers was in the soil and newly growing foliage of her garden.

A string of information came through the lightly blowing wind and she absorbed each one at a time.

She had seen the large pale male Siku passing but had not the fortune of meeting him personally. A note was made to be on the look out for him on her journeys outside their borders.

Mereo. Yeah Yeah. She knew all about Mereo. Or so she thought. Her head shot up from the ground hearing that another pack had already taken up residence in the not-yet-cold Red Canyon. Along with a 'seasons gift'! What was that!? Not far after Anselm she too called out in response: When do we leave? As to say she was in and eager.

anselm and paeon answered in the affirmative. we will go when tikal invites us for the three days. be ready, though the last was not a warning, only encouragement in the warm notes of his voice.
we will prove paleo as a place of goods.

An unrecognized voice joined that of his father. Anselm turned an ear towards it, sniffing the wind as if it would lend any clues.

Three days' time would find the boy excited and ready: he continued his course after the long-departed badger with his tail swaying behind him.